General Raiders [Unlimited]

Allen's words shocked Nanyuan immediately.

Yes.

If something happened to Zou Jingcheng, just like Alan said, searching his name would turn into darkness.

But now, it is obvious that he cannot be found.

Is Zou Jingcheng real? Did you change your name?

Why did he suddenly change his name?

"Could it be...your partner doesn't want you to see something? So you changed your? Name?"

At the same time, Allen on the side guessed,

Nan Yuan shook his head, "I don't think it's possible."

He even saw Zou Jingcheng's past? What else does Zou Jingcheng have that he can't let himself see?

Allen looked into his eyes, and sighed softly, "Look at me? You know from my experience. My boyfriend and I talked about everything back then, but he kept it behind his back? I did things like that... ..."

Nan Yuan's tone was very firm, "Zou Jingcheng is not such a person."

After staring at Nanyuan for a long time, Allen nodded,

"hope so."

As he spoke, he looked down at the time,

"It's getting late, it's almost curfew time, I... I'm going back first."

Nan Yuan also looked at his watch, indeed, it was almost ten o'clock.

He nodded towards Allen and said sincerely, "Thank you for helping me draw."

After Alan walked to the door, he turned his head and looked at Nanyuan, but his expression seemed a little complicated, "Well, take a good rest, don't think too much, I will come to you tomorrow."

After Allen left, Nanyuan became more and more anxious.

If it wasn't for the curfew, he would have wished to go to the upper elimination area to find Zou Jingcheng right now to see what was going on with him.

Although he knew that nothing would happen with Zou Jingcheng's abilities.

But after all, everything happens in case.

He looked down at his watch.

I saw that the pointer above pointed to ten o'clock.

In other words, no matter what, he can't go out now.

After what happened just now, Nan Yuan didn't feel sleepy at all.

He closed his eyes, carefully recalling what Zou Jingcheng said to him before, as well as his every move.

He remembered that Zou Jingcheng told him that he would find a way to get the [-] points.

In this world, besides selling organs to earn points, the only way to earn points is to play games and draw prizes.

This game is too bloody and violent, even a person like Nan Yuan, who is used to seeing blood during martial arts training, feels uncomfortable all over.

Moreover, the game scores don't increase much. According to his knowledge of Zou Jingcheng, he is unlikely to rely on games to earn points.

Could it be that he relied on it? A lottery?

Although he knows that Zou Jingcheng is very European, but can he guarantee that he can win points every time?

So……

At the same time, he fixed his gaze on the score at the side.

Just now, in addition to the points I got from selling organs, I also...

For a moment, Nan Yuan suddenly thought of something.

In this examination room, in addition to selling items to get points, there is another conventional scoring method——

Do questions.

He remembered that he had completed the task of selling items and received a reward of 20 points.

What about Zou Jingcheng?

Did he also pass this method to get points?

Thinking of this, with the mentality of giving it a try, he picked up the brush again and wrote the word title on the drawing paper.

Soon, he received the title of the second question——

【Cry once +100 points】

Seeing this topic, Nan Yuan couldn't help but feel a bit at a loss.

This has nothing to do with the previous topic.

It doesn't even have anything to do with the examination room where he is now.

cry?

Why is this topic going to make him cry?

Although the score of this question is very attractive, five times higher than before, but for Nan Yuan, this question is not easy.

He hadn't cried for a long time.

Especially after practicing martial arts, no matter how painful it was, he almost always endured it, and rarely cried alone.

Could it be... Do you want to do this question yourself?

Nan Yuan scratched his head, feeling very tangled in his heart.

Zou Jingcheng... Did he also encounter this problem?

Could it be that he didn't want himself to see his vulnerable side, so he shielded himself?

Zou Jingcheng's vulnerable side...

At the same time, scene after scene couldn't help appearing in his mind——

Zou Jingcheng died? Parents.

Died tragically in the orphanage? Children.

And the puppy who had been with him for many days but died unexpectedly.

At the same time, he could hear the system prompt in his ears——

[Complete the topic - cry bitterly + 100 points]

At this moment, Nan Yuan found that in the process of recalling Zou Jingcheng's past, he did not know when, tears were streaming down his face.

He wiped away his tears and took a deep breath, trying to calm down his emotions.

Tears seem to have a special contagious power. Although he has completed this task, Nan Yuan still feels inexplicable sadness in his heart.

Nan Yuan raised his head and looked at the drawing paper in front of him.

Seemingly wanting to heal his heart? Grief, he couldn't help but stepped forward and wrote down the next question again.

Soon, he saw the third question——

[Draw the same thing you are most afraid of? +500 points]

The most frightening thing?

At the same time, a series of wriggling objects appeared in Nanyuan's mind——

insect.

Indeed, in this world, he rarely has anything to be afraid of, even bloody corpses, ghosts, or zombies, he has no sense of fear at all.

The only thing that can make his skin full of goose bumps is probably the bugs.

insect……

Nan Yuan looked at the question again.

Could it be that...you want him to draw a worm?

He frowned, even if he imagined this scene, it still made his heart tremble a little.

But?... 500 points...

It was five times more than before!

This score had to make him a little bit excited.

After struggling for a long time, Nan Yuan couldn't help but picked up the pen and reached for the drawing paper again.

Trembling, he drew a worm.

Although it was just a few stick figures, the worm that fell from the drawing paper really made Nan Yuan's heart numb.

He received prompts to complete the questions and saw his bonus points.

However, the worm he drew was wriggling non-stop on the ground, and it secreted something from its body, leaving a trail of sticky liquid on the ground.

This directly touched the nerves of fear in Nan Yuan's heart, he took off his shoes tremblingly, and slapped towards the bug.

Soon, the bug was killed by him, leaving behind a mixture of leather and mucus.

Nanyuan couldn't see this sticky object, and quickly kicked it to the corner of the space.

He rubbed his forehead involuntarily.

The sad emotion just now has not dissipated.

At this moment, there was a trace of fear.

Nan Yuan only felt that his forehead began to swell and ache involuntarily.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself? Emotions.

He couldn't help thinking? Did Zou Jingcheng also encounter this problem?

What is Zou Jingcheng afraid of? What is it?

As if by accident, Nan Yuan picked up the pen and wrote down the next topic on the drawing paper again.

The next topic also took shape very quickly, and it was in his hands.

After seeing this question, Nan Yuan couldn't help but widen his eyes, but there was a hint of hesitation in his expression.

I saw the title above said--

[Pull a hundred hairs + 3000 points]

This topic... is really getting more and more incredible...

The first few questions and the exam can still get a little bit of edge.

After all, the exam needs to take good care of your emotions at all times, and at the same time, you must dare to face what you are afraid of...

But this subject...

It's completely bodily harm!

only……

Nan Yuan's eyes looked at the score behind.

This score is almost the same as the score for selling eyeballs.

In other words, he plucked out a hundred of his own hairs, and the effect was the same as that of painting an eyeball.

From this point of view, for him, pulling out a hundred hairs... seems to be easier.

Thinking of this, Nan Yuan couldn't help but reach out and grab the hair on his head.

one...two...

I don't know if it was an illusion, but the moment he pulled out his hair, he felt his brain go blank.

Although it is not very painful, there is a feeling that the brain is constantly restarting...

After he didn't know how many hairs he pulled out, he received the system's notification sound, and he got 3000 points.

At this moment, Nan Yuan's rationality told himself that this topic could not be continued.

However, for some reason, he still stepped forward to the drawing paper and wrote down the next question——

【Play a round of shooting game +15000 points】

Shooting games, only one kind.

That's the one on the computer? That gory killing game.

Previously, Nanyuan opened it, took a look, and felt uncomfortable all over, so he closed it immediately.

But this time, his hand directly opened the game interface.

The character on the computer keeps falling with the gun in his hand.

His eyes were filled with all kinds of bloody corpses.

However, his? Consciousness was much shallower, his expression became stiff, and he just clicked the shooting button mechanically.

Finally, he completed the task and killed all the ? targets on the interface.

He got the ? tip to score.

However, at this moment, Nan Yuan has almost no self-awareness.

His? Brain went blank.

His body, as if being controlled by something, still stepped forward to the drawing paper, reached out and wrote the title.

At this moment, the topic above did not fall down as a note.

The word "title" he wrote down turned directly into a sentence dripping with blood——

【After self-killing, you will be freed, and there will be no more pain in this world. 】

At the same time, a knife fell from the paper on which it was impossible to draw a weapon.

The blade shone with a burst of brilliance and looked very sharp.

Nan Yuan stepped forward and reached out to pick up the knife.

The next moment, he reversed the knife and pointed it at his heart.

It seems to be self-judgment according to the requirements of the title.

However, at this moment, there was a knock on the door above his head.

This knock on the door brought him back from his thoughts.

Nan Yuan looked down at the knife in his hand that was reaching towards his heart, couldn't help but shivered, and threw the knife away.

The moment the knife fell to the ground, it disappeared.

The knock on the door sounded extremely urgent, and it could be heard that the person who knocked on the door was very anxious.

Accompanied by the knock on the door, there was a familiar voice, "Senior, it's me, are you okay? Open the door!"